On remembering.. and forgetting

And memory is funny that way, because we don´t remember things the way they actually happen. Somehow our brain stores a fragment of what we experience, but there is no absolute. Maybe the mind only ever sees part of the moment to remember; because what I see and what someone else sees are always different.
Our realities overlap. It´s how we connect to each other.
Maybe it´s also how we distinguish self. Maybe that is identity.

Riddle Me This

If we don´t know where we´re going,
and we don´t know where we came from,
how the heck do we ever really know where we are?

Right now I´m in the middle of the desert, without a friggin clue..